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Mick Jenkins – Farm To Table (feat. Vic Mensa) [ Lyrics Letra] Letra Mick Jenkins Mick Jenkins – Farm To Table (feat. Vic Mensa) [ Lyrics Letra]
Aye bad bitch on my arm and she’s no bitch
Uh smoke straight from the farm I’m on my grow shit

Aye
Reposado to sip
How much I pour ya
She in the Oscar de la renta I might have to de la Hoya
Call my lawyer
Don’t even ask me
Nigga I came, fashionably late
Her style was conde nasty
That Pyrex
Wit tight neck I swallowed my breath
Hers was more of an architectural digest
I digress
Wit our chests we’d both get to speaking our minds
All kinda interior designs
Superior grapes from inferior vines
Switching time zones these is curious times
It’s loose noodles no furious spoons
Fuck the waves if I could bury the moon
I mean
Shit is getting very cartoon

I keep this bad bitch on my arm and she’s no bitch
Uh smoke straight from the farm I’m on my grow shit
No boat made our own waves
You hot or cold no lukewarm
Can’t have nobody folding
More coat hangers my way
No low hanging fruit here
I palm trees to the face
Won’t speak hate to my face
Y’all on some hoe shit

Bad bitch on my arm and she’s no bitch
Smoke straight the farm I’m on my grow shit

I smoke my own shit man (what’s it called?)

Oh you ain’t heard
Uh huh
This shit from farm to table, had to run it up
I never harmed an ankle
And a distribution chain so major I could start a label
We done got them ’93 boys hotter than Coral Gables
Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend off but I’m hardly able
Louis Vuitton liaisons Pierre Mas out of reach of the DA’s arms
And Paris fashion week for perceiving you rappers even having seats
It’s an unwopable waffle, the shit a masterpiece
Some fine art’s Master P
Sidebar cash is king, my large bag of dreams
My daddy went Yankee, his son slanging gasoline
A million in the first three months is like two billion streams
We blowing up like Israel did to Philistines
Gaza strip mobbing through Bethlehem and they rocking Ricks
They bent on us for the way they plundered the continent
Got the world buying plane tickets off of my Ghana trips
I’ve been walking it my nigga now let me talk my shit

Bad bitch on my arm and she’s no bitch
Uh 93 from the farm, I smoke my own shit

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Mick Jenkins – Pasta ( Lyrics ) Letra Mick Jenkins Mick Jenkins – Pasta ( Lyrics )
Aye
All I see is impostors
Niggas postures is al dente
Rarely kick it without a sensei
Just brick lay
We cut the cornerstone and scrape the
Excess Mortar wit a switchblade
Ain’t no pretty glass houses this way
Y’all got the thrift thang
All this secondhand smoke I’ll pass
Perpetually bitch made
Watch his second hand coast no dap
Niggas can miss me wit the swiss cheese
Gotta fill in those gaps
Don’t wanna see ceilings
Told niggas no cap
Don’t want any feelings I told the dentist no cap
No strap but he just as lethal
Desert eagle through the sands of time
No feathers feeble
I weathered storms and did the pantomime I rarely speak em
Empowered palpable hands
Talcum powdered when you greet him
We move discreetly it would seem that niggas barely take steps
You just don’t know I’m way more lowkey
Meet me on the base clef
I can’t stress
You niggas pray about it I’m the apex

I told niggas befo’
I’ll do a web of lies like Willem Defoe
Gotta look him in his eyes if you really wanna know

These niggas shapeshift
They make scenes
They like to act this shit don’t make sense
Playwrights these muthafuckas is on stages
I’m on the 50
I got a heisman trophy wit me
Stiff arm in my dickies
Rubber boots this shit gets slippery
I’m in no Bottega
A noble savage
I don’t want no betas in my circle
Omega Psi I got a couple dogs that’s purple
You’ll never know who wit me
Shit get thick on this side
All the growth been inside
I toss a roach and let the tints rise
I’m in my bitch ride
She whip that shit like it’s a big wheel
I’m good wit this vibe

I told niggas before
I’ll do a web of lies

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Mick Jenkins – 007 ( Lyrics Letra) Letra Mick Jenkins Mick Jenkins – 007 ( Lyrics Letra)
Aye
Niggas steppin on they own feet
They not bow legged
Toy Story’s we been toe tagging
Monsters Inc. we got the door stacking
Two sports nigga bo jackson
Uh
Two sports I’m on prime time
Green grass if I wine and dine nigga I’m havin’ what the goats havin’
Knots on me I got boat habits
Yachts if we talking wave making
We been wake boarding niggas still sleeping
Otto rocket I’m in x games mode y’all niggas
Sound like squid speakin’
Money hungry see em squid gamin’
Penny pinching nigga been scheming
Money penny I got bonds working

Told em this ain’t no time to die

Niggas from round the way
Bitches from round way
My peoples down to ride
We fucked around and found
A way out

This ain’t no time to die
Niggas from round the way
My peoples down to ride
We fucked around and found
A way out

Yea we fucked around and found way
We fucked around and found out

Only looking where the truth at
Follow me I got moose tracks
The right 2 cents is worth is 2 racks
I talk that old jazz a la Dave Brubeck
Push keys so dope made you sweat
C notes so sweet under flames made brûlée
Who let the dogs out
Watch niggas get maimed to death
Who left
We finna go all out
Albuterol gave em new breath
Wit Pump action
Dodge the the hate wit the same two step

Uhh

This ain’t no time to die
Niggas from round the way
Bitches from round way
My peoples down to ride
We fucked around and found
A way out

This ain’t no time to die
Niggas from round the way
My peoples down to ride
We fucked around and found
A way out
We fucked around and found
A way

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